Overstrand to Paston
I wandered, this night.
And now the whispered charm of starlit seas is long, long gone.
Wild and winded, seagulls soar o’er the lost out crop of furrowed fields;
The cliff is no more.
I am the clod.
Yes, I shake my fist at those flinted towers, a pilgrim making ramsons tremble.
I wondered, this night, where have Paston’s pilgrims gone?
#26Steps O-P | Overstrand to Paston, Norfolk | Merryn Henderson http://www.rentaquill.co.uk